Something of a story.

I don't actually review much of what I write here but mentally I look back on what I think I am writing and it mostly seems like a bunch of nonsense.  So, to whoever reads all the way through this stuff, I would hope that a nugget or two of quality might be found for their labors.  Today I think I'll stab in a little bit of a different direction.

I have several stories that I have been gradually concocting over the years, that have not been finished in any sense of the word, and I would like to start moving along in that direction to explore my storytelling creativity.  I am not exactly sure why but they are all in different formats as well; one children's book, one handwritten novel, and one movie script to list the main one's of interest.  There are a few other dangling ones that would probably benefit from a little work as well.

I think I would like to start with the children's book tonight.  What little I have written down I think will have to just find its way to the archive now since I think I would like to get a fresh start on these.  Some of the work I plan to do here will be general brainstorming, character development, and general passage writing.  Since I have never taken any specific writing classes I am sure my methods probably appear a bit odd to some but I am sure some of it is pretty logical for the most part.  I do what I do.

I don't have a name for this story yet.  I am not sure if it should have a cool sounding phrase or a unique, quirky character name sort of title.  In a way it would be nice to utilize the name to inspire a bit of curiosity about the story... which I am sure is the basic point of a title anyway.  Perhaps I will get a bit of direction on the title as I am working on this stuff.

The lengthy synopsis is this:  A very non-descript creature wakes alone in the middle of a very large, open area of land.  The only form of sensory perception it possesses are its two, ordinary eyes near the top of its head.  It doesn't know anything about itself or its past.  It looks around the area in search of any clues but can only see a jagged mountain range far off in the distance in two opposite directions.  The sky is black even though it is light out.  It sets off in one of the two directions not directly facing a mountain range in the hopes of finding something.

As it goes along it begins to see evidence that it is not the only one there.  Not evidence of any specific living things, rather evidence that intelligence once reigned in completely vacant areas that it now trod alone.

It knew that it "knew" some of what it surveyed in its halted, meandering pace.  Occasionally an object would grab its attention, causing it to pause, as the gears of recollection were sparked into motion.  A shape, a color, a pattern would usually be the cause of these occasional, pensive moments.

Feeling it was somehow making progress in its somewhat beleaguered quest it did not take any time to stop for a break.  The light gradually fell into total darkness before it realized, after stumbling over and into a several different objects, that it needed to take a break.  It could not see anything at all so it decided to stop walking and wait to see if any more light would be coming back.

It stood there in the silence of the dark wondering what to do.  It decided to close its eyes.  It began dreaming which startled it into opening its eyes again.  Once it realized the dreaming was not an effect of the outside world it closed its eyes again.

It began to dream again this time embracing the strange and beautiful scene which unfolded around it.  It was seeing new colors, shapes, and patterns it had not see previously.  It also saw things which appeared to move independently of its own intended motions... other life forms of some type, it deduced!  Some of them seemed inclined to interact with each other every now and then, though never directly with the dreaming observer.  Many of them would gradually changed shape and size showing the continuance of progression throughout.  Then, inexplicably, they all came toward it and surrounded it in a very large group.  They each had different features on their faces and bodies.  They allowed it to inspect them as they stood there inspecting it in return.  Then, in a gradual succession, they began to turn and walk away from it.  Many of them would gradually fade into the distance while some of them would not get particularly distant before kneeling down and laying on their faces.

Light began to peer into the eyes of the creature, snapping it from its dream abruptly.  It looks around, surprised to see all the unusual things surrounding it that it was not able to see as the light was fading.  Some of the objects remind it of the dream it was having.  It decides to continue on in the same direction it was heading prior.

I suppose this would be more of a first chapter synopsis than anything else since there is still so much of the story left to describe.  Maybe I'll try to write a second chapter like it tomorrow.